Que Tragedia es Una Vida Malgastada / What a Tragedy is a Wasted Life [poem]

This is a poem I wrote in Spanish (original and English translation printed here along with a link to my reading of the poem in both languages)

Que tragedia es una vida malgastada,
persiguiendo lo que el orgullo pide,
a lo largo a veces uno lo percibe,
al ver cerca el final, lejos la entrada.

Nunca pensé ser yo quien destacaba,
Shakespeare en Macbeth cuando el describe,
la vida “sombra caminante” y la mide,
como “un cuento de un idiota... nada.”

Cuando se cerraron todos los portales,
que apuntaban a otros horizontes?
no me di cuenta, trepando por montes,
que no eran mas que tinieblas irreales.

Que ser honesto puede encontrar paz,
cuando la misma solo queda atrás?

[Pueden escuchar mi lectura de este poema en el siguiente enlace:

https://open.spotify.com/episode/4uT3ufGptl9bK2fn7yUL32]

A Wasted Life English translation

What a tragedy is a wasted life,
Chasing that which pride craves,
In time sometimes we come to realize,
When our entrance is far, the exit near.

I never thought it would apply to me,
When Shakespeare's Macbeth describes,
Life as a "walking shadow" and rates it,
A "tale told by an idiot... nothing."

When did all open doors close,
That led to other horizons?
I never noticed it, climbing mountains,
That were but insubstantial shadows.

What honest being can ever find peace,
Knowing it lies only in the past?

You can hear my reading of this poem through the following Spotify link:

https://open.spotify.com/episode/4uT3ufGptl9bK2fn7yUL32